Chapter 109: The Story of Butterfly Rhyme

"Yi Feng, this is your piano technique?"

Die Yun looked at Yi Feng with a smile, her eyes full of ridicule. I have to say that this is very childlike and makes people want to laugh.

Yi Feng rolled his eyes: "Ben Shao is just trying the piano!"

Die Yun looked at Yi Feng with a smile, her beautiful face exuded the unique taste of a mature woman, and she exuded infinite charm when she smiled. Having seen Yi Feng's piano skills, of course she didn't believe that Yi Feng could have superb piano skills. But this kid is still very funny, and you can relax with him.

Butterfly's smiling eyes did not affect Yi Feng at all, he took a deep breath, and secretly thought about the score of "Xiang Concubine Resentment" in his mind. This song used to be one of the many favorite ancient songs in previous lives.

Yi Feng gently plucked the strings, and the jerky strings were somewhat inappropriate for Yi Feng, and occasionally a little noisy.

Although the noise is not obvious, it can be easily found for her, who can also be called everyone.

However, the dull sound of the piano did not always be like this, when Yi Feng plucked the strings faster and faster. The little noise caused by the jerky is also gone.

Gradually, the overtones were slow, and the sound was rising, like crying and complaining, and it was eloquent.

Die Yun's originally not very serious face became solemn at this time, she sat up slightly, looked at Yi Feng with a condensed gaze, and concentrated the spiritual power of her whole body on the strings.

Yi Feng, who plucked the strings, played in a coherent breath. If there is a master, you will definitely be able to find that the ink is full of soul power. With the plucking of the strings, the soul power of the lines also rippled, and invisible ripples spread from the strings.

Butterfly Yunyu was already standing in place, and this song and this scene made him a little trance. Yi Feng's piano skills are not very clever, at least they are far worse than himself. However, the sound of the piano like a cry shocked him greatly. She had never heard this song before. Most importantly, it is gripping and should be a masterpiece.

Yi Feng played more and more smoothly, and the strings were plucked in one go. Gradually, the whole space quieted down. People are quiet, and the heart is quiet. The sound of the piano is warm, as if bringing people into yesterday, and the people and things that have been like a world away are presented in front of them again, and everything is still in the ears.

When the last note fell, Yi Feng looked at his already warm hand. He was stunned and speechless: he didn't expect to overplay this time, he never felt that the conversation was so smooth. The current water products, if they are put outside, are considered first-class.

Yi Feng was just trying to use his soul power to accurately change the strings he was plucking, but he didn't expect to be able to integrate the whole person into the piano, as if the person and the piano were already one. You can dial out your hand almost without thinking about it.

The most important thing is that this ink seems to have a special effect. His own soul power covered it, and it actually resonated with it. The sensitivity of soul power has increased several times. What's even more amazing is that when he withdrew his soul power, he actually found that his soul power had risen again. Breaking through the eighth order will leave a thin film.

"Damn, a piano that can improve soul power?!It's not so awesome, is it?!"

Yi Feng smiled bitterly, but when he remembered what the old man said about the weapon ranking, he was also surprised. This ink is definitely above the spiritual weapon. It's no wonder that Butterfly Charm would say that it is priceless.

When Yi Feng turned his head to look at Butterfly Yunyu, he was outlined by the picture in front of him, and the fire surging in his heart. The throat feels extremely thirsty. The woman in front of her was so bewildering that she wanted to pounce on her and eat her.

I saw that the pretty face of the world was full of crystals. The proud arc is constantly undulating, proving that the waves are turbulent. The stark contrast between the weak appearance and the maturity of the past makes people feel a kind of mental trance. But it arouses the evil desire in the hearts of men.

If other peerless beauty pear blossoms bring rain, it will arouse the deep desire of their men to protect. However, Die Yun unexpectedly aroused the most primitive impulse of his man.

"Lean ......"

Yi Feng cursed in a low voice, and Ling Yun quickly operated in his body, suppressing the surging evil fires.

"This woman is almost ...... death"

Yi Feng thought in his heart that coloring is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Find the tissue and silently hand it to Butterfly.

Of course, Yi Feng would not think that his song was so powerful that he could move people to cry. Come to think of it, the song of Butterfly Rhyme should evoke her memories. The piano can be heart-to-heart, and sometimes it is not a joke.

Yi Feng saw that the butterfly rhyme was still falling crystalline, and Yi Feng sighed that the woman was doing water at the same time. Reaching out to help him wipe his tears, occasionally touching the warm and smooth skin, making his heart tremble. The Ling Shen Decision in his body was twice as fast again.

Just when Yi Feng opened his mouth to say something, Die Yun actually threw herself into Yi Feng's arms and cried with a whimper.

The soft fragrance was puffing up, and a warm breath poured straight up on Yi Feng's body, and Yi Feng could feel the amazing elasticity and charm of this extremely hot body.

"Dead, dead! Ben Shao was taken advantage of. ”

Yi Feng sighed in his heart, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all, hugging Butterfly's waist, the amazing elasticity of his tentacles. Let him feel like he is being tortured.

"That...... Sister, are you alright?"

Yi Feng smiled bitterly, if he continued like this, it would be difficult for him not to become a wolf on a moonlit night.

Die Yunyu didn't pay attention to Yi Feng, her head was buried in Yi Feng's not too broad shoulders and she kept twitching. Soon, Yi Feng felt a large piece of wet on it.

Yi Feng had no choice but to silently recite the Tao Te Ching, Buddhist Sutra, Guanyin Sutra, Chastity Sutra, and Martyrdom Sutra...... He read everything he knew over and over again. But prayer doesn't seem to have much effect.

When Yi Feng felt that his clothes couldn't get wet anymore, he finally couldn't help but say, "That...... Sister, can you get up first?"

Just when Yi Feng was hopeless and was about to recite the Zhennan Sutra one hundred and eighty times again, a coquettish sentence with a trilling voice sounded, "Didn't you men beat me up? Now that I hug you, you still have so many opinions." ”

Yi Feng was stunned, and then said dissatisfied: "Ahem, of course I have no opinion if I can go further, but I am very embarrassed if I am only allowed to hold it." You know, I claim to be pregnant and will be indecent (will be obscene). ”

"Phew......"

Dieyun snorted, and then got up from Yi Feng's arms, but that pretty face full of tears can always make people have infinitely evil thoughts.

"Ahem, isn't it just for a man, are you crying so sadly?" Yi Feng muttered, and there was a dead sour taste in his tone.

Die Yunyu seemed to have experienced a big cry, and her mood calmed down a little, she glanced at Yifeng and said, "How do you know?"

Yi Feng smiled and said, "Do you know what this song is called? I don't think so. ”

Die Yun nodded, Yi Feng's piano skills are also first-class. But it's far worse than her, and of course it won't let it be so out of shape. However, this piece seems to have been done for himself, and every tune is holding his heart, as if this is his life experience.

Die Yunyu even suspected that Yi Feng knew her identity, and then she did it easily. It's just that she thinks it's impossible.

"Want to hear a story?"

Die Yun suddenly said very wistfully.

Yi Feng knew that she wanted to tell a story about her. He smiled and nodded, wondering what story could make a woman so mature that she could cry to such an extent.